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Hidden Heir's Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 600    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

dorsing him. I'm going to HR. I have the code repository, every c

ly cracked. A flicker of i

than. You'll just mak

the silence of our apartment, the ghost of her

e I'd do it. She

, I saw Leo holding court, laughing with a group of engineers. They glanced at me,

Marcus Vance. I laid out my case calmly, lo

ion, steepled his fingers, and l

he said, his tone dripping with corporate non-commitment.

ded in my inbox. It was an offi

ulations to the

eart pounding. There it

hitect:

anager: C

ding titled "Additional Contributors," was a list of over twenty names. Mine was buried in the middle,

ow officially worthle

hispers turned i

rilliant intern," one of the senior engineers said a

. These were people I had helped, people whose techni

stayed in my cubicle, the glow

ts fueled by cold pizza and energy drinks. The social events I missed. The moments with Chloe I'd sacrificed, telli

phantic kid who spent more time networking t

ical weight, pressing down on m

s game in the office, I would take it public.

e very foundations of this world. But I had made a promise to myself. I would succeed on my own merit, or n

ded to keep

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“I, Ethan, had one rule: make it on my own merits, no family help, despite my parents being Silicon Valley legends. For three years, I poured my soul into "Project Prometheus," a project meant to launch my career to new heights, all while planning a future with my fiancée, Chloe. Then, a single LinkedIn notification shattered my world: Chloe's smirking intern, Leo, was taking credit for my project, my invaluable work. When I confronted Chloe, she looked at me with tired annoyance, not guilt, casually dismissing it as "just a title" for Leo's career, before brazenly asking me to endorse his fake "contribution." My furious refusal only made things worse; suddenly, I was the subject of office whispers and Marcus, my director, inexplicably sided with Chloe, burying my name on the project and putting me on a death-sentence Performance Improvement Plan. Chloe publicly smeared me as "non-collaborative," then privately texted: "You lost." How could the woman I planned to marry so casually steal my life's work, mock my integrity, and try to make me an accomplice in my own professional execution? The unfairness was a physical weight, suffocating me, watching them twist the truth while my irrefutable evidence was ignored. My integrity was utterly worthless against her malicious lies. Backed into a corner, my reputation destroyed and career hanging by a thread, I finally made the call I swore I never would: "Mom, Dad," I choked out, "I tried to handle this myself, but I can't anymore. I need your help."”
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